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it took a few days for me to figure out what to do with this partners challenge. I absolutely love the word ‘partner’. I use it in place of husband a lot. Just something I have to do???????????????? he is my partner/spouse/husband/cook/bestfriend. then I thought Jax and I make darn good partners. He is half deaf, I am half blind. It just works. But I needed better than one of us. Plus a photo of us would end up being a selfie and I am not ready for that. Snoop E may post selfies. I may not.

then it came to me. I had 2 very cool partners in my life for over 14 years. They were the Beagle Brothers. and boy were they ever great partners. their partnership started early. they were from the same litter. September 28th 1999. I only remember this as it just happens to be my Babca’s birthday as well, but she was born in 1907.

Then I went outside to take a short break from comforting my very old beagle. I found this.

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My husband connected the deck chair to the trash barrel. then connected that to the laundry basket. Added a rake, creating a beagle blockade. All in the attempt to prevent the beagle from trying to go in the yard and crawl under the deck.

I warned you about the beagle brothers. They entered my life under mysterious and almost mystical circumstances. For you to truly understand I need to briefly describe where I was working at the time. I worked in an institution for developmentally delayed adults. Most spent their whole lives here and all were very medically involved. Most had never seen a dog on TV never mind in real life. This day I walked into work and thought I saw a beagle puppy walking down the hall. My first thought was, “what the hell is wrong with me. There is no way there could be a dog in here. That would be so against the rules.”

Seamus finishing his leftovers

I had to investigate and found, to my relief, I was not hallucinating. There was a true, unheard of situation involving a beagle puppy at work. I had to know more. I found out that the new beagle Mom, who was just visiting, got him from a breeder in NH. That is all I learned until out of the blue I mentioned the beagle sighting to a nurse I worked with. She just happened to have gone to high school with a man from NH who was a beagle breeder. This had Allie’s paws written all over it. I didn’t think it had been long enough since Allie’s passing. I thought I should wait longer before adding to my family. I took this unusual occurrence at work as a sign that it was time. Maybe it was okay to get a new puppy.

Mattie Licking his chops. We told him no one would notice the cone.

I tracked down this NH beagle breeder. His beagles were field trial beagles and he did it for the love of the breed, not for the money. I had educated myself about puppy mills and he showed no signs of illegal mass breeding for money. He didn’t have any puppies old enough to adopt/that were ready to go. He must have seen me coming a mile away, because he said he had one I might like. He had a puppy with a broken tail. All I needed to hear was broken tail and I was in. When I met the few puppies he had, one of them immediately came up to me and sat on my foot. It was not the one with the broken tail. I now wanted the one who sat on my foot. I wanted the one with the broken tail. I wanted a female. I wanted 1. Six weeks later I was the proud mom of two beagle brothers. Again, this had Allie written all over it.

Today I believe Alyxandra was looking down from The Rainbow Bridge laughing at me. I thought raising a sickly beagle puppy was a tough job. Little did I know I actually had it easy with her. Raising two male beagle puppies at the same time turned out to be a riot. Every time they did something funny, annoying, or dumb, I shook my head and thought of Alyx. I thought of Alyx and laughed. I was so sad for so long after she left. These boys brought me joy. Just like Allie would have wanted.

They were a creative twosome. I swear they double teamed us to get what they wanted. When they entered the chew phase, they cracked me up. Allie had eaten my bed during this stage. With the boys we didn’t have that problem. We had a new house with a wood stove so they had our fire wood available to eat. The wood was their first choice. When we moved to the country and no longer had wood readily available, they ate my deck.

He loved remotes and phones?

It took two of us to handle one beagle. What were we thinking trying to handle 2? It was all part of Allies plan. To make us miss her more, for us to see how easy we had it with just her simple antics, to smile and laugh as much as we could, and so we would finally admit that maybe she didn’t take up as much room in the bed as we bitched about.

We thought 1 beagle was loud. Try two very excited beagles. Two energetic boys who played hard. One good thing with the new house was walks were a choice, not a requirement.

Seamus baying as all good beagles will do.

Seeing their harnesses and leashes resulted in two baying beagles. Baying is not their only sound. They also bark, howl, whine, cry, talk, etc. They know how to communicate their wants and needs. Different bark = different point they are trying to get across. They got so into our routine that they knew our schedules better than we did. Leaving when we weren’t supposed to resulted in an hour or two of non stop beagle howling.

I had many great years with these boys. So many funny stories to tell. They may have had the same Mom and Dad, but they were such different dogs. One was all beagle, very opinionated and independent. The other got the name ‘love bug’. If you were sitting, he was sitting on you. I don’t know how many times I woke up only to discover him sound asleep on my feet. I presently have 3 wishes. One is to somehow always have a beagle in my life. The third and final part of this trilogy may be found HERE. It does not involve beagles.

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene. Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. I can’t believe that little gray haired ole lady is knitting a red sweater. Of all the things I could come across. The same sweater my Snoopy was wearing when he got hit by the snow plow during that freak storm. The white stripes make it identical. It has been a year to the day since Snoopy’s trip to the Rainbow Bridge. It can only be a sign from Snoopy. He is still with me. I had him 20 years. Deep down, I knew he would never leave me. I knew he would always come through for me. Why else in this heat would a little ole lady be knitting a red dog sweater.

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. I can’t believe seeing that little old lady is making Tim cry. She must remind him of his Nanny who is dead at least 20 years now. This man cries over everything. Movies, stubbing his toe, animal cruelty, roadkill, and so on. You’d think that a man so easily brought to tears would be more sensitive to my feelings. He’s never available when I am angry, or irritable, or agitated. He’s never there for me when I have my spells either. Why did we meet? Why am I with him? Money cannot be the only reason? Can it?

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Oh Lordy, Lord! I cannot believe it? Not these two again! The woman bickering all the time. The man always with the red, puffy eyes. I so hope these two are not married. and Kids, Oh Lord, please help their kids. I try so hard to avoid these two, yet they are always here. I come in the morning. They are here walking. I wait until the afternoon. They are here walking. It’s too cool to come here in the evenings. I might be willing to try the evenings if I see them here again. If I didn’t know better I would swear they were stalking me. Sometimes they get here before me though. Those are the days I see their car and tell the driver not to stop. “Keep on going.” I say. “Bring me to the library instead.”

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Humor has gotten me through some very tough times. I depend on humor. One goal I have is to make someone smirk, smile, or laugh every day. Chuckles are good too.
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